"Mr. Green Goblin, I saw Spider-Woman just coming out of a villa."
Right after Gwen left Alaric, news about her reached Osborn.
In order to find Spider-Woman's true identity, Norman, under the name Green Goblin which he had gained in New York over the past few days, privately contacted many gangsters and asked them to provide him with information about Spider-Woman.
If the information turned out to be useful, they would receive a large reward.
And now, Norman got what he wanted.
"Location."
"177A Bleecker Street, Manhattan, New York."
A man wearing a black hoodie passed by the door of the sanctuary and memorized the house number.
"I understand. The money will be transferred to your card."
"Thanks, thanks!!"
The man thanked him profusely!
He himself didn't expect to receive such a large sum of money just because he happened to see Spider-Woman entering a villa while walking by.
And to confirm that Spider-Woman hadn't come to fight crime, he waited outside for a long time until he saw her come out, and only then did he call Green Goblin's number.
Although Green Goblin is a criminal and Spider-Woman's enemy, he felt that the battles between superheroes and supervillains had nothing to do with him as an ordinary person.
Besides, since he himself was a gang member, he was naturally opposed to superheroes, so he didn't feel guilty at all for betraying Spider-Woman.
Meanwhile, Norman also searched online for the exact location of 177A. After discovering that it wasn't a place he was familiar with or usually paid attention to, he began to plan a night raid.
He wanted to capture the person he suspected was connected to Spider-Woman, and then force Spider-Woman into submission!!
As long as he got rid of Spider-Woman, he would become the biggest crime boss in New York!
Stark Tower.
"Tony, are you really planning to install Ultron into this body? Isn't that too dangerous?"
Banner asked with concern as he operated the computer and adjusted the equipment in Alaric's small universe, on the new Earth.
"What's dangerous about it? Ultron's main core is J.A.R.V.I.S. I've been using J.A.R.V.I.S. for so many years and nothing has ever gone wrong, even though they haven't integrated yet."
Tony replied casually as he busied himself moving equipment.
"But why can't Ultron and J.A.R.V.I.S. integrate yet? Did something go wrong?"
Banner didn't understand either.
"I don't know, probably because there are still a lot of unresolved issues related to the Mind Scepter."
Tony shook his head.
"But it doesn't matter. We can integrate them slowly while studying the god's body. Anyway, we have plenty of time."
Tony, who used to be very impatient, suddenly became much calmer after receiving the god's body that Alaric sent him.
And judging by how Alaric came here last time, it proves that he still doesn't know that Tony and Banner kept the Mind Scepter and the Tesseract.
That made Tony feel even more relaxed.
Ever since he gained the magic that allows him to open portals, Tony has constantly been transporting equipment, instruments, and recruiting people. In a short time, he built a super-large experimental base here to prepare for studying the god.
Fortunately, Tony has the artificial intelligence J.A.R.V.I.S., which can automatically control many robots to assist, drastically increasing efficiency.
Banner is also eagerly awaiting the upcoming research and full of interest.
Honestly, he hadn't been this happy in a long time!
Ever since he turned into the Hulk, he's used his original knowledge far less, and he's been through countless unwanted fights. That's one of the reasons why Banner hates the Hulk so much. He's a scientist! Why should others treat him like a monster and brute?!
Luckily, Tony still appreciates him, and luckily, Alaric can help him.
That's why this research is very important to Banner!
Sanctum, at night.
"Clea, why aren't you talking?"
At the dinner table, Alaric looked puzzled at Clea, who was quietly eating with her head down, and asked.
"Do you miss home? Do you want me to take you back?"
"Ah!? No, no! I don't miss home, I just... maybe I'm a bit tired! Yes! That's it!"
When Clea heard Alaric say he wanted to send her back, she quickly lifted her head. She didn't know if it was because she got too flustered, but her face was completely red.
"If you're tired, go to bed early. After magic training, you need to rest from time to time."
Alaric didn't ask further.
"Hmm… I'm full! I'm going back to my room!"
Clea put down her chopsticks and got up to leave.
"So soon??" Alaric shook his head.
"Pff."
Amora beside him suddenly laughed.
"What's with you? Do you know the reason?" Alaric turned to her.
Clea was in her room, staring at the silk pajamas on the bed and feeling like her whole body was on fire.
Although what she said was true, in Amora's eyes, Clea was just an inexperienced girl who shouldn't be so direct.
Clea rolled around on the bed, constantly mumbling to herself.
She had a feeling that those pajamas were a bit too sheer!
Amora said she definitely knew why Clea was acting like that. If Amora guessed right, Clea was preparing to make a move.
Didn't Amora already sleep in the same room with him before? Why did she suddenly say today that she wanted to return to her own room?
But Clea, with such thin skin, still couldn't summon the courage.
Otherwise, why would Clea be so reserved, nervous, and still silent?
That way, Clea hesitated for several hours, constantly wavering.
"I better give up!"
If I wear this, how is it any different from being naked!?
But now, Amora admits she misjudged.
Alaric himself had no idea what was going on.
"I'm full too. I'm going back to my room," Amora smiled, got up, and left.
"I can't tell you, you'll find out anyway."
Until eleven o'clock at night, when everyone was getting ready to sleep in their rooms, Clea quietly opened the door.
"Should I try anyway?"
It was all because of embarrassment!
"So, what's going on with Clea?" Alaric was very curious.
Amora couldn't hold back and laughed again as she recalled the method she suggested to Clea last time.
Amora, who had been paying attention to Clea and noticed her movement, lifted the corners of her mouth.
Clea rolled on the bed again.
Amora had said: if you like someone, just take the initiative!
"Ah!!"
Clea's room.
"Hm? What's with them today? Why are they acting so weird!?"
Clea was actually quite brave!
She followed Amora's advice and wanted to launch a night attack on Alaric.
"It's finally come to this~" Amora didn't mind at all that Clea would share Alaric with her; on the contrary, she was very supportive.
"I know," Amora smiled happily.
...
Amora shook her head.
She didn't even know why she was like that.